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[hxghlysuspect]

Muse: Harley | 125. Vocalist. Vampire. Open to: All

"You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?'.... Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way."

[mctanoias]

Dinner and Diatribes || Open

By  all  appearances,  the  newly  named  heiress  to  Yverhald  Keep  seemed  more  interested  in  her  wine  than  the  cacophonic  chatter  filling  the  grand  hall.  Seated  alone,  she  slowly  whirled  the  liquid  in  her  goblet  –  hypnotically  so  –  a  red  sea  under  her  control  without  a  single  errant  drop  spilled.  Her  sips  were  small,  each  note  held  and  measured  upon  her  tongue  with  unrelenting  precision.  A  connoisseur,  surely,  or  perhaps  one  of  abstemious  spirit  who  did  not  wish  to  get  intoxicated. 

Empty  flatteries  and  hearsay  whispers  drifted  to  her  ears  by  simple  chance.  This  one  loved  the  brocade  of  this  one's  doublet.  This  one  had  taken  ill  on  the  road,  developing  a  most  worrisome  cough.  This  one  was  close  to  the  point  of  scandal  with  a  servant,  though  the  evidence  provided  was  as  watered  down  as  her  wine.  On  and  on,  the  highest  of  the  velkynar  spun  their  tales.  Meaningless  babble,  but  one  needed  to  sift  through  the  silt  to  find  a  gem. 

Her  serene  face,  possessed  of  the  distant  delicacy  of  a  silver  moon,  revealed  naught.  Her  cool  eyes  flickered  up  from  the  rim  of  her  goblet  only  now  and  then,  reflecting  the  flame  of  the  candles–  distorted,  dappled  lights  dancing  on  the  surface  of  a  frozen  pond.  They  landed  on  a  singular  point  of  interest  for  slightly  longer  before  looking  away.  It  might  have  been  an  accident.  It  might  have  been  an  invitation  to  approach.  Another  glance  followed,  accompanied  by  an  almost  imperceptible  tilt  of  her  lips.

[elenasxgilbert]

@inaducursehqstarters location: french quarter

elena was not particularly excited about all this curse gossip, and she desperately needed to get out of her head and away from the ruminating, repeating, replaying thoughts that were taking over her mind. she had just stepped outside her and damon's beautiful french quarter home when she spotted a familiar face. "hey!" she said with a wave, walking down the stairs and onto the side walk. "i haven't seen you in forever!"

[13th-dragon-prince]

Piercing eyes stared through the foliage of the dense greenery that covered him. The bark beneath his claws was soft as paper as his talons tensed and relaxed in preparation. With such dark coloration the dragon’s petite body blended against that oaken wood and dappled shadows, the blueish leaves within the thickened trunk teasing against his senses as the wind ghosted over quiet nerves.

One wouldn’t be remiss to think the gecko was little more than a gnarled burl laying out along the branch as he did.

But this was no idle creature, no this was a predator, with silvered-blues darting across the broad walkway beneath him, searching, waiting, hunting for the prey to come ever closer.

His broad tail slithered around the limb as his prehensile toes digging into the groves far better than any single hand could do, the animistic talons keeping grip as he pushed himself up just enough to rest his chin atop the back of his palms.

Boredom was beginning to threaten him, it made his teeth clack with the need to cause problems.

Thankfully (At least to him), the answer to his dilemma soon came around the corner, his slitted pupils rounding in playful excitement at seeing the target nearing his perch; a shiver wiggling the tip of his tail as an unsounded rattle of the waiting snake, his tight grip loosening as his haunches wiggled too and fro before-

POUNCE

[jakehawk]

Open starter Setting: Redwood Square for Sol and Ginny's party

Admittedly, without the Mighty Hawks to hold his attention and keep him busy, Jake felt more than a little lost. For the night, the Hawks had been taken care of, freeing Jake up so he could have some fun at the community wide shindig for Sol and Ginny's trip out of Redwood. But now he was here at the party, without his kiddos, he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself.

This party was nothing like the parties he used to attend back before the virus. In one way, he missed those old parties since he understood how those parties worked and what the social protocol was for them. And if he did anything that might damage his image, his publicist could take care of that for him. He didn't have a publicist anymore and honestly, he had no idea what might happen to him if he upset everyone. It probably would impact the Mighty Hawks negatively and he couldn't let that happen.

Regardless, Jake wasn't going to have fun at this party by spending the entire time stuck in his head. As such, he picked a person who happened to be hanging about in the Square and walked up to them. "Hey! Why do you never see elephants hiding in trees? Because they’re so good at it." He resisted laughing at his joke but that didn't stop him looking incredibly smug about it.

[silvygonzalez]

Open starter! Setting: Redwood Square for Sol and Ginny's party

It definitely helped that there was alcohol at this thing; well, at least it did for Silvy. After she had completed a circuit of the Square, she went into the Community Centre and got herself her first drink. She didn't ask what it was because she assumed they were serving whatever alcohol they had left in store. It wasn't like they were going to have her favourite brand of tequila on hand.

She took her red solo cup (who knew red solo cups would survive this long into the zombie apocalypse?!) and went back out to the Square to where the bonfire was. She couldn't help but be drawn towards the flames, her old firefighter instincts rising up and urging her to ensure it was safe. It was, she could see that much.

She only realised she had been staring at the fire for far too long when she noticed someone was trying to talk to her. "Huh? I'm sorry, what?" She chuckled as she tore her eyes away from the fire to the person who was now stood next to her. "I didn't get a word of that, I'm sorry."

[duelist-of-red]

One Two Three.

One Two Three.

One Two-

A gore of straw and stuffing flew across the dirt as Alisaie’s sabre tore through the grainsack that served at the poor striking dummy’s stomach, her stern words for the object reflecting with a furrowed brow of aggravation as the young woman began to try to pull the sword free from the slumping figure.

“Gods really…?” Huffing an exhale through her nose she braced her heel against the post at the base of the scarecrow - grunting with effort as her defeated enemy seemed wholly disinclined to give up the weapon. “This is what I get for using a normal weapon for once-”

With another vicious tug she soon found the metal of this ornate sword wibbling and wobbling as it vibrated in protestation as her slender fingers let go as she leaned around the dummy - her expression falling in an instant as the view garnered the sight of the whole wick of the blade solidly stuck within the thick post straight through to the other side.

“You’re kidding…”

Swearing with the vocabulary of a Lominsan she kicked the ground of the stake with her boot as she once again, began to pull the stubborn tool.

[bishan-tur]

Bishanpal wasn’t sure about this whole cowboy thing - he figured it was a cowboy thing - and he had gladly sat out the whole thing in his house, not going into town aside from getting groceries. Maybe just order in for several days straight, till he got to know the delivery people well. 

Instead, he had heard about a Chili Cook-Off - and had to look it up on google to see what that actually meant - and decided: this was a good way to do something he liked, throw himself out there, and overcome his fear of crowds. 

Of course, he was only about fifty percent sure he was doing what he was supposed to do. He had a collection of bamboo plates, and offered the extremely spicy chili (using some recipe he had found online together with whatever spices he felt like he needed to add in order to actually bring out any flavour) to the first person to walk past. “You look like you might be interested in burning your throat.”